Chapter 107: lissa Gets Angry
Claire Ainsworth looked at Rachel Royce. "Miss Evelynn is here."
Her tone was that of the lady of the house.
Rachel Royce didn’t respond. She turned to look at Tristan Sterling. The man’s handso face remained cold and grim, inscrutable in its depth.
She had no intention of greeting him.
Tristan Sterling just looked at her, not saying a word.
The atmosphere grew tense for a mont.
Apparently, Tristan Sterling still rembered the slap she had given him.
"Aunt Evelynn, we’re going to the stables to play today. I’ll show you my pony!"
lissa’s voice rang out.
Rachel Royce froze for a second, lowering her gaze to look at lissa.
Just then, the driver pulled up in the minivan and got out to open the door.
lissa pulled Rachel Royce toward the vehicle. "Aunt Evelynn, let’s get in, quick."
Rachel Royce had no power to refuse. But that was fine. Going to the stables with lissa was better than staying here.
Rachel Royce helped lissa into the van, settled her into the child safety seat, and then got in herself, taking the spot next to lissa.
At this point, she actually hoped Tristan Sterling and Claire Ainsworth would go off and enjoy their ti together, leaving her to accompany lissa.
Of course, that was clearly unrealistic.
"Daddy," lissa urged, looking at her father.
At that mont, Lisa Lawson ca out of the living room with lissa’s things, which she handed to Tristan Sterling.
Tristan Sterling took the items and looked at Claire Ainsworth. "Get in."
As Claire Ainsworth was getting in, lissa suddenly said, "Daddy, isn’t Uncle Suzanne supposed to go with us? Miss Claire can ride in Uncle Suzanne’s car."
Claire Ainsworth’s movent froze. She looked at lissa Sterling, her lips curving into a smile as she said, "Miss Claire wants to be with lissa."
lissa replied, "Aunt Evelynn is here with ."
Rachel Royce could clearly see the smile crack on Claire Ainsworth’s face for an instant. Claire’s kindness toward lissa was only superficial; deep down, she must have been full of hatred for the girl for a long ti.
A smart child like lissa could probably sense such false affection, which made Rachel Royce breathe a sigh of relief.
Sensing Rachel Royce’s gaze, their eyes t, and Claire Ainsworth failed to conceal the coldness in her own.
When Claire Ainsworth looked back at Tristan Sterling, the look in her eyes was one of unconcealable grievance.
Tristan Sterling took a step forward and said to lissa, "Let Miss Claire get in first. Uncle Suzanne will et us at the stables."
lissa glanced back at Rachel Royce as if asking for her opinion. Rachel smiled and said, "Let’s let Miss Claire get in first."
Only then did lissa say, "Okay, then." Looking at Claire Ainsworth, she added, "Miss Claire, you can co up now!"
Claire Ainsworth watched the two of them, perfectly in sync. They were the ones who looked like a family.
’I’ve really had enough of this little bitch, lissa Sterling.’
’She’s clearly doing this on purpose to embarrass .’
She didn’t get in the van. Instead, she faced Tristan Sterling with red-rimd eyes and said in a choked voice, "Tristan, you all go on without !"
With that, she turned and strode around the back of the van, heading for the gate.
Tristan Sterling placed the bag he was holding in the van and caught up to Claire Ainsworth in just a few steps.
Through the car window, Rachel Royce saw Tristan Sterling pull Claire Ainsworth into his arms. Claire struggled twice before finally leaning against the man’s shoulder, sobbing aggrievedly.
The man patted her on the shoulder, comforting her.
lissa saw this scene through the window, and her pretty little face instantly soured. She unbuckled her seatbelt to get out, saying angrily to Rachel Royce, "Aunt Evelynn, we’re not going anymore."
Seeing lissa get out, Rachel Royce had no choice but to follow.
"Young Miss."
Lisa Lawson called out, worried.
Tristan Sterling heard the cry and turned to look.
lissa pulled Rachel Royce back to her bedroom and quickly locked the door.
lissa’s bedroom was next to Tristan Sterling’s room. It was a pink princess room, its luxurious and expensive decor visible to the naked eye.
lissa turned and took Rachel Royce’s hand, mumbling, "Aunt Evelynn, can we draw together?"
Rachel Royce said gently, "lissa can do whatever she wants."
lissa’s bedroom was connected to a separate art studio. It was clear that lissa loved to draw. The room was spacious, with a floor-to-ceiling window that offered an unobstructed view of the beautiful sumr scenery outside.
Outside the door, Tristan Sterling didn’t even try the doorknob, simply instructing Lisa Lawson to go get the key.
Inside, as lissa was getting her paintbrushes, Rachel Royce saw a drawing pad on the table. The top drawing was of a beautiful, long-haired woman wearing a hat and a white dress, standing amidst a field of flowers. Only, the woman’s facial features hadn’t been drawn in.
Rachel Royce looked at the drawing and asked, "lissa, who is this?"
lissa walked over with her brushes and replied, "lissa’s mommy."
Rachel Royce’s heart clenched. Suppressing the bitterness welling up inside her, she asked, "Then why didn’t you draw her face?"
lissa answered honestly, "Because lissa doesn’t know what Mommy looks like. I dream about Mommy, but I don’t rember when I wake up."
Her words were like sharp thorns stabbing into Rachel Royce’s heart.
lissa tilted her little head up to look at Rachel Royce, blinking her big eyes. "Can I make her look like you, Aunt Evelynn?"
Rachel Royce knelt down, looked at lissa, and asked, "Has Daddy ever ntioned Mommy to you?"
lissa mumbled, "Daddy said Mommy went to a faraway place and can’t co back for now." Her voice held a hint of grievance.
The tip of Rachel Royce’s nose tingled, and she could barely suppress the emotions welling in her eyes. She asked again, "Then... does lissa hate Mommy for not being by your side?"
lissa shook her head. "lissa would never hate Mommy. Nina and my big cousins’ mommies are all very nice, so lissa’s mommy must be a very nice mommy, too. She just can’t be with for now. I’ll be good and wait for Mommy to co back."
As lissa spoke, her eyes suddenly reddened.
Rachel Royce couldn’t hold back any longer. She reached out, pulled lissa into her arms, and took a deep breath as tears stread uncontrollably from her eyes.
’My daughter really is the best child in the world. She doesn’t hate .’
Held so tightly in the embrace, lissa called out in confusion, "Aunt Evelynn?"
Rachel Royce didn’t answer, simply holding her daughter like this.
lissa reached out and wrapped her arms around Rachel Royce’s neck.
In the doorway of the art studio, the man’s figure stood perfectly still.
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